| world of ancient days. Carried in a caddy or screwed and corked. | 1 |
| On his mugisstosst surface. With a bob, bob, bottledby. Blob. | 2 |
| When the waves give up yours the soil may for me. Sometime | 3 |
| then, somewhere there, I wrote me hopes and buried the page | 4 |
| when I heard Thy voice, ruddery dunner, so loud that none but, | 5 |
| and left it to lie till a kissmiss coming. So content me now. Lss. | 6 |
| Unbuild and be buildn our bankaloan cottage there and we'll | 7 |
| cohabit respectable. The Gowans, ser, for Medem, me. With | 8 |
| acute bubel runtoer for to pippup and gopeep where the sterres | 9 |
| be. Just to see would we hear how Jove and the peers talk. Amid | 10 |
| the soleness. Tilltop, bigmaster! Scale the summit! You're not | 11 |
| so giddy any more. All your graundplotting and the little it | 12 |
| brought! Humps, when you hised us and dumps, when you | 13 |
| doused us! But sarra one of me cares a brambling ram, pomp | 14 |
| porteryark! On limpidy marge I've made me hoom. Park and a | 15 |
| pub for me. Only don't start your stunts of Donachie's yeards | 16 |
| agoad again. I could guessp to her name who tuckt you that one,tuf- | 17 |
| nut! Bold bet backwords. For the loves of sinfintins! Before the | 18 |
| naked universe. And the bailby pleasemarm rincing his eye! One | 19 |
| of these fine days, lewdy culler, you must redoform again. | 20 |
| Blessed shield Martin! Softly so. I am so exquisitely pleased about | 21 |
| the loveleavest dress I have. You will always call me Leafiest, | 22 |
| won't you, dowling? Wordherfhull Ohldhbhoy! And you won't | 23 |
| urbjunk to me parafume, oiled of kolooney, with a spot of mara- | 24 |
| shy. Sm! It's Alpine Smile from Yesthers late Yhesters. I'm in | 25 |
| everywince nasturtls. Even in Houlth's nose. Medeurscodeignus! | 26 |
| Astale of astoun. Grand owld marauder! If I knew who you are! | 27 |
| When that hark from the air said it was Captain Finsen makes cum- | 28 |
| hulments and was mayit pressing for his suit I said are you there | 29 |
| here's nobody here only me. But I near fell off the pile of samples. | 30 |
| As if your tinger winged ting to me hear. Is that right what | 31 |
| your brothermilk in Bray bes telling the district you were bragged | 32 |
| up by Brostal because your parents would be always tumbling | 33 |
| into his foulplace and losing her pentacosts after drinking their | 34 |
| pledges? Howsomendeavour, you done me fine! The only man | 35 |
| was ever known could eat the crushts of lobsters. Our native | 36 |